Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Under the quiet night of Changchun Peak, the evening wind blows, and the sound of waves from the forest sea can be heard not far away.

Standing by the pond with her friends, Meng Xueli also remembered the past.

The moonlight sprinkled on the pool water, illuminating the shadows of the whirling trees, and those flowers and leaves seemed to be swaying in the water.

The three koi swim carelessly, unaware that under the sand, there is a magic weapon that the whole world wants.

On the day Meng Xueli begged Jixiao for help, it was windy and snowy, and she had said good things all her life.He didn't have the toughness not to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, and would rather die than surrender. In the face of life and death, his waist was very soft, and he would break it whenever he said it.

Ji Xiao was his last chance.

Hiding in Jixiao's cloak, all the dangers disappeared, leaving only a warm embrace, like a lake in a spring afternoon.

They were never so close after that.When he recovers from his injury, Ji Xiao will become the cold and unattainable sword master again.

Que Xianming asked: "Do you think he left the sword to suppress you, is there any basis?"

Meng Xueli said frankly: "After I recovered from my injuries, I started to practice the human race's exercises. It took three days to draw Qi into the body, and one month to refine Qi on the first floor. During that time, Ji Xiao always frowned. I guess it was too fast. Make him jealous..."

Que Xianming looked at him with a foolish look: "So you suppressed your cultivation and perfected it for three years during the Qi refining period?!"

In fact, after Meng Xueli was reincarnated as a human, he still retained the fighting instinct of the monster clan, and had his own unique understanding of cultivation. Ji Xiao was happy to see it succeed, and deliberately refused to use ordinary methods to teach him. He only hoped that he would follow the natural fortune. Combining the strengths of humans and demons, they explored their own way.

Others practice until they reach the state of breaking barriers before they consider the matter of 'establishing the way'.But Jixiao knew that Meng Xueli was different from normal monks, this road leading to the blue sky was destined to be longer and more rugged.

On the other hand, Jixiao was also worried that Meng Xueli would succeed as a young man, seeing that he was practicing fast, he would not know the heights of heaven and earth.The human heart is more complicated than the demon's mind, and can manipulate conspiracies and tricks that monsters cannot understand.

He set up the Changchun Peak Formation, one to defend against foreign enemies and protect the weak Taoist companion, and the other to prevent the Taoist companion from sneaking out and causing trouble.

Under the protection of the formation, if Meng Xueli wanted to travel down the mountain, she had to come to her.I can accompany him and prevent him from taking risks.

But three years later, Meng Xueli never looked for him.He even gradually slacked off on his practice, enjoying himself by feeding fish and flowers day after day.

Ji Xiao wanted to persuade him to be diligent, but then he thought about it, the practice of Dao counts for a hundred years, and he will always be there to protect him, so why rush to enter the country for a while?This monster suffered a catastrophe in the past, so it's okay to be quiet for a few years.

But Meng Xueli didn't know the reason behind the twists and turns, she just felt that she was originally a monster, and Ji Xiao was on guard against him, didn't trust him, and trapped him with formations, it was all right.

"He is a good man, he has done his best to me, and I am very satisfied."

As for more, Meng Xueli had never thought about it, nor dared to think about it.

Que Xianming said, damn it, I almost don't know the word 'good man' anymore.

He has an inexplicable intuition: Meng Xueli's attitude towards Ji Xiao is very strange, his tone is indifferent, neither like love nor resentment, but he wants to take the risk of staying in the world to find out the truth about the other party's fall.

Has it become so complicated as a human being?The demon can't figure it out.

"Ji Xiao is dead. You should plan for the future." Que Xianming said.

There is no proof why that person left Chukong Wuya.

Meng Xueli took out a handful of pine nuts and threw them into the pond: "In the future? In four months, I will enter the secret realm of the vast sea and fight with a group of monks from the human world. You should go down the mountain before dawn."

Que Xianming glared at him angrily: "I'll go by myself! Don't say send me off, it's unlucky!" Hanshan is an evil place, last time Meng Xueli said 'send me a ride', he killed the little boy halfway and sent him off Can't go.

Meng Xueli smiled and waved her hands.There is a bamboo couch by the pond. He leaned back and lazily leaned on the couch, took out a book from his arms, and opened it under the bright moonlight: "I don't have time to care about you. From now on, I have to Sharpen your guns and race against the clock."

Que Xianming leaned over curiously, thinking it was some powerful cheat.I saw that the book was a thin volume, less than a thousand characters, and on the cover it said "Entering the Tao for the First Time".

——The Taoist scriptures for human monks, the foundation of the foundation.

"How long have you been reading this book?"

"Three years."

"Hahahaha, the more you live, the more you come back."

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Take the avenue and enter the gate of Hanshan Mountain. At the foot of the main peak, there is a dense pine forest.

In the morning, strands of white mist float among the towering green pines.The sound of books came from deep in the dense forest.The foot of the mountain is not as cold as the top of the mountain. Small animals come and go in the pine forest, and insects and birds sing one after another accompanied by the sound of books.

A group of gray finches were jumping on the branches, Meng Xueli looked at the fine fluff on their bodies, and felt that these birds must be very warm.

"Elder Meng, the lecture hall is right in front of you." The young deacon beside him said, "The disciples are studying in the morning, and the morning class has not started yet."

Meng Xueli nodded politely: "Thank you. Please guide me."

The path paved with milky white gravel winds through the pine forest and leads to the Hanshan Lunfa Hall.

At the end of the road, the school houses reveal their true faces.The black tiles and white walls, with simple lines, are the consistent style of Hanshan.

Those who read and listen to lectures in the Lunfa hall are mostly outer disciples. They can only learn from their masters after passing the assessment, climb the steep jade steps in the clouds, and see the real cold mountain.

Meng Xueli was different.He is the only elder who has come to listen to lectures instead of lectures since the establishment of the Hanshan sect.

Because of Ji Xiao's status as Taoist couple, his seniority is slightly higher than those teaching elders by half a generation.

When the young deacon sent him into the school dormitory, the sound of reading suddenly stopped, and pairs of eyes stared at Meng Xueli curiously.

The disciples wore white Taoist robes issued by the sect, but he was the only one in snow green brocade clothes with a silver cloak outside.There is also a deacon of the inner sect beside him to help pull the chair and spread the pen and ink, so he is not an ordinary disciple at first glance.

The deacon said: "Hey, this is Elder Meng from Changchun Peak, your future...classmates. Salute to the elder."

"Wow! He is Meng Xueli! Sword Master's companion! Why are you here?"

"I told you I'm here to attend class..."

"I heard that he's going to participate in next year's Vast Sea Secret Realm, so he's only here for the basic class now?"

"He's so pretty!"

At this time, the elder who taught the class had not arrived, and the disciples were left unattended. They gathered together to wink and whisper, and there were only sparse and sloppy greetings.

"I met Elder Meng." "Hello, Elder Meng."

The young deacon felt a little embarrassed, and looked at Meng Xueli worriedly: "Young disciple doesn't understand the rules."

Meng Xueli was not at all embarrassed: "Hi, you are fine. You don't need to salute when you see me later."

Since he went to Cold Mountain, he has seen all the head elders, all mature and dignified, and the Taoist boy is also timid and cautious. It has been a long time since he has seen a child full of vitality and high spirits.

When everyone heard what he said, the discussion became louder, and some of them even wanted to talk to him if they were bold enough.Suddenly a disciple by the window stood up, stared out of the window and shouted: "Here we come!"

Immediately someone rushed to the window: "It's really here!" After saying that, he rushed out of the door.

The rest of the disciples moved upon hearing the wind, knocking paper and pens flying, the tables, chairs and benches knocked to the ground, and the whole school was empty in an instant.

Meng Xueli looked out of the window and saw crowds of people pouring out from all the dormitories, running in the same direction, the teams mighty and mighty.Accompanied by noisy discussions, Lengsu Hanshan was as lively as a mortal market for a while.

Seeing this battle, Meng Xueli thought to herself, is someone sending money over there?

The deacon was also puzzled, stopped a disciple to ask a few words, and came back to explain: "A few days ago, three senior brothers from Chongbi Peak went down the mountain to recruit disciples, and brought back a senior brother with an innate sword spirit body, and he is also good-looking. When the younger brother entered the mountain, the disciples in the Dharma Hall were all waiting for him to come to class, and now he has finally come." The young deacon slightly raised his chin towards the direction of the crowd, "Here, everyone is going to join in the fun." The outer disciples are young, lively, and like something new.

Meng Xueli nodded.

The deacon was a little moved, but saw that he was not interested: "Elder Meng doesn't know something, that person is rare in thousands of years, and a genius like Ji Xiao. Shall I accompany you to take a look?"

Meng Xueli secretly smiled, just like Jixiao?

how is this possible.

"No."